Page 78 of Becoming His Perfect Daddy
His eyes held mine, and I stared right back, locked onto his gaze. Holding onto it like the lifeline it was.
This moment, the moment I’d shown Cameron the most vulnerable parts of me, would be etched in my mind forever.I sensed I’d barely remember my squeezing chest and rolling stomach—instead, the lust and adoration I saw in Cameron’s eyes would stay with me always, the look that told me this was right, this was us, this was our imperfect perfection. And it was beautiful.
I glanced pointedly down at my tight black boxer briefs before looking at his, still around his thighs. “Can we lose these?”
His eyes fell closed for a split second before he found my heated gaze again. “Oh, hell yes.”
He hopped off the bed, reaching for his underwear and pulling them off the rest of the way. I gasped at the sight of all of him bared to me—he was fucking beautiful. “Oh god, Cameron. You look . . . you’re perfect.”
I reached out to him, and he stepped closer to the bed to kneel on it with one leg and grasp my hand with the other. He pulled me up to sitting then tugged me to the edge of the bed, coaxing me to stand in front of him, mirroring our position from earlier, only opposite. He winced again when he sat down, and I supposed even the soft comforter on his bed was scratching against his raw flesh. I was happier about that than I probably should’ve been. I was a sadistic bastard sometimes.
He glanced up at me as he tucked his fingers into the waistband of my boxers. I held my breath, staving off the fear that threatened to choke me. I’d never been good enough for anyone to want to have sex with me, the real me. I’d never been wanted enough for anyone to take their time with me, make me feel good, make me come. I’d never—
I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing those thoughts out of my head. This was Cameron, and he desired me.
I hadn’t realized he’d stopped moving until my eyes found his again. “You okay, Sam?”
I swallowed once, choking down the unpleasant feelings those thoughts had elicited. Then I nodded. “I’m okay, Cameron. This is all just so new to me.”
His brow furrowed, and his hands fluttered as if he were about to move them. “Do you want to stop?”
I rested my hands over his, holding them in place. “God, no, please don’t stop. I want this, Cameron. It’s just a lifetime of . . .” I took a breath. “. . . of never being good enough for anyone, never being wanted enough to do this.”
His eyes welled with tears on my behalf, which had me fighting them as well. He leaned in slowly, kissing my bare stomach, the goodie trail I was so proud of, then over to each hip bone. When he was done, he pulled back and gazed up at me. “Sam, I want you so badly. Please trust me on this: There’s no one in this world I’d rather be here with.”
I nodded, a tear falling. I brushed it away, hoping he’d missed it, knowing he hadn’t. “Thank you, Cameron.” I lifted my hands off his. “Please, keep going.”
He sucked in a breath so subtly I would’ve missed it had I not been staring at him. Then he started tugging my shorts down.
Inch by inch, slowly and reverently, Cameron bared me to him. I’d never been embarrassed of what I had below the belt, though of course I wished I had something else. But this deep layer of intimacy—of being with someone who personally knew what I was going through, could empathize with what I was feeling—while being scary as hell, was fulfilling every longing I had ever had.
“Sam,” he breathed after I’d stepped out of my boxers. I glanced down at him, and he was gazing almost lovingly—how could he have so much love in his gaze already?—at my body. Maybe I should’ve thought it odd that a gay man was staring at me like that, like my still too-feminine body was good enough, but Cameron made me feel like no one ever had before.
Wanted. Utterly and completely. Just as I was.
I bent at the waist and planted a kiss on his lips, letting it deepen slightly before pulling away. I had to remind him who was in charge here, of course, through my actions. Because my next words didn’t exactly scream Dom. “I’m going to need you to lead a little bit here, at least at first, okay? I am embarrassingly inexperienced at all of this. I just want to make you feel good.”
Cameron held my face in his hands and pulled me in for another kiss before grinning at me. “And I want to make you feel good. Sounds like we’re in a good place already.”
I chuckled, and his eyes lit up like he loved the sound. “So . . . what first?”
Chapter twenty-one
Cameron
The juxtaposition of Sam’s dominance and uncertainty was turning me the fuck on. I couldn’t figure him out completely, and the challenge made me want to keep going, see where this would end up. Hopefully with both of us sated and lying in our own sweat and cum.
Before I could answer his question, he pushed me back on the bed, crawling on top of me. I scrambled up to the pillows again, and again he followed me. Then he leaned in for a kiss, and my eyes rolled back into my head.
Holy shit.
I could feel every inch of his skin against mine—the burn of his scruff against my jaw, the scratch of his chest hair along my skin, the feel of his hard t-dick rubbing against mine—and the scrape of the sheet against my abused ass. I moaned. “Sam, please, more.”
He pulled back to find my gaze. “More?”
I nodded. “Yes, please, more. Keep rubbing my dick. Get me off. Get us both off.”
Sam nodded back then rocked his hips into mine with greater intention, frotting into me. The sensation pulled a loud moan from both of us, spurring us to rock back into each other, creating an endless loop that was only going to end with both of us exploding. God, he felt incredible.
